Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.